An Ode To The Tiny Bottle Of Whiskey In My Drawer: A Love Story
Tiny bottle in my desk drawer
I see you peek at me whenever my task requires a new pen
But has thou affixed thine eyes upon you too?
If this were true, surely HR would have come.
Oh Evan, we share the same surname
And place on the shelf
I do not have a problem
Conference swag may have been your origin
But you are cherished like the clicky-top pen
…and wide ruled pad of paper
One day I will smuggle you free of your capitalistic confines
and across the border
Actually, nah I’ll declare you and pay the duty, because CBP will fine me
What is the point of rebel If I am unable to taste your sweet mediocrity?